He was somehow inside of her. As scared as he was, he found it a little amusing. He might have been laughing had he been able to, and he weren't so sc...red. His hands ran through his hair, which was still damp from his mommy's shower earlier. He found himself sitting on the toilet, and going to the bathroom. He was disgusted by the feelings of the urine spraying out. He found himself looking down, wiping between his legs with toilet paper. He was startled to see what was there. His wee wee was. The sheer amount of power required was astronomical.Then again, he thought, she had decimated well over half of those that were with him. Shaking his head, he thought a few more moments then nodded. If, she had a weapon that powerful, it would be good to err on the side of caution.Not trusting to send vocal orders, Thomas started to type at a furious pace. His face twisted into a sinister smile, there, let the bitch escape that."What? You afraid I'll detect where you are?" Wren's voice came. ”“No, I’m still not going to sleep with you, Troy,” Elaine giggled.“That you could think such a thing of me,” he laughed placing a hand over his heart. “Take care of yourself, Angel.” They found comfy chairs in the lounge and Troy watched Gee take his first sip. Gee’s brows went up in surprise. He curiously took another sip and his expression changed again—this time to utter bliss.“This is amazing.”“I love watching a person’s face the first time they try Birdie’s coffee,” Troy. Albert Beamish had been married to his second wife for just three months, they and his two daughters, Rachel fifteen and Audrey seventeen, his girls from his first marriage had decided on a family bonding weekend to the hills, they had managed to get, well what looked like from the pictures, a very nice holiday home, a weekend let, It was up in the hills, they had brought plenty of wine, some nice easy to cook food and were just going to spend a few days, as Rachel would put it, chilling.